I worked at the bar Friday night from 6pm ‘til 10pm, Saturday 6pm ‘til 2am… and then Sunday from 12 midday until 10pm. And that’s all following a fairly difficult couple of weeks at my full-time job (which I still haven’t explained, but ties in with my general state). Sunday morning I arrived home, gave out my cheers, and went to bed… only to get up again 8 hours later and go back to work.

However, tiring as it was… it’s great fun. I’m learning pretty quickly, the staff are great company, and most of the customers are quite entertaining. Saturday night I had a group of guys out for a 21st birthday trying to chat me up, closely followed by a quartet who sang a rather good rendition of the Beatles’ Michelle. Yeah, I know they were drunk, but it was still good for a laugh.

I just need to make sure that I keep the number of shifts to a minimum, particularly if I’m going to be on my feet for 8-10 hours at a time.